Riot Rules (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. I will not be a psychopath.”

I, ladies and gentlemen, am a fuck up.

We've been known

“You’re not in love with Wren Jacobi. You were in love with Joshua Rathbone last week,” Pres reminds her. “A lot can happen in a week. I have a tender heart. I feel things very deeply. It might take you guys so long to fall for someone that your cunts grow dusty and fill up with sand, but I was blessed with an accelerated emotional intellect. I need constant stimulation.”

Ahahahhaahahahhaha

“We did more than that.” He frowns. “I’m sorry?” “Talk for ten minutes outside a party. You kissed me.”

Gurl don't be desperate. Just don't be

“You’ve got to stay the hell away from me.”

Hammer that shit in your brain gurl. No more snooping around cuz nothing good will come out of it. You will expose your secret and you'll end up in jail. He's not worth the trouble so STAY AWAY

“Stop trying to save me, for fuck’s sake. Just… I want you to be real with me. That’s all I’ve wanted from the beginning. Everything’s a front with you. An argument. A game. A lie. I’m so sick of it. I just want the truth. I just want…I just want you.”

GURL NOOOOO!!! Why? Why did you have to go ahead and say that????? Ughhhhh

“Wolf Hall’s a private academy, but this is still high school. There’s a food chain here, just like everywhere else, and we’re at the top of it. We are a predatory species, Carrie, and you are our prey. We pursue you. We fuck you. We move on. Those are the terms in which we think of the female student body here. You’d do well to remember that.”

Now why are we falling for jerks who thinks like this? Why? Someone enlighten me because I'm all out of reasons

“Stellaluna. Stars and moon. You’re way more beautiful than the night sky, Carrie. And…I dunno. Carrie just doesn’t seem to fit you somehow.”

Oops

A dreamer needs space to dream. LDL IV

Okay lowkey kinda makes me swoon

“Now get the fuck out of here. For starters, you know full-well that I’m seeing someone. And even if I wasn’t, you’re fucking drunk if you think I’d ever screw my best friend’s sister.”

Ohhh yess. He admitted that he and Carrie are a thing

The house belongs to Wren, but the Lovetts are just as wealthy as the Jacobis, if not even more so. Dash could afford to buy a place like this if he wanted. Three times over.

Okay and? See what I’m talking about? UNNECESSARY INFORMATION

“If the girls here are foolish enough to call me Sun God, then you are the goddess of the moon. Diana. Selene. Artemis. Luna. My pale and ethereal queen.”

“Y’know, for centuries, they used to think the moon sent men mad. Like the phases of the moon affected a person’s sanity. Lunatic. That’s where the word came from.

Wow that's pretty poetic

I go to get in, but Dash races to get to the door handle before I can. “I might be a piece of shit, but at least let me pretend to be a gentleman.” He kisses me swiftly on the temple as he bundles me protectively into the front seat.

Wow okay i might be lowkey simping

Maybe it’s time for us all to put our cards on the table. I wanna be with Carina. There. I fucking said it. I’m gonna be with Carina, and I swear to God, I’ll break your fucking neck if you so much as look sideways at her, bro. I’m not fucking kidding.”

“I’d like to tell you something.” My pulse kicks up a gear. “Is it important?” He smiles a small smile, his voice very quiet. “Terribly.” “Then I suppose you’d better go ahead.” His hand rests gently against my neck, his thumb stroking reverently along the line of my jaw. “I am so in love with you, Carina Mendoza. I feel like I might die.”

I love you

She lost more than me that night back in July. She lost her passion for astronomy. I stole her fucking stars.

I try not to smile too hard. “It’s a very polarizing beverage. I, myself, am a card-carrying member of the ‘Pumpkin Spice is the Work of the Devil’ club.” “Can I fill out an application? That shit was nasty.” He shudders. “Oh my god. I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Andre, the guy who broke three of your ribs because he wasn’t looking where he was going.”

He's actually so cute. I like him a lot already. Wayyy more than Dash and maybe a little more than Wren. Actually no i really like Wren a lot. But i gotta say Andre's first impression is going way better than of Wren and Dash

Pax and I look down at our beers and then look at each other. “Beating the shit out of that dude is gonna be really difficult,” Pax says, cracking open his beer. “Like, he is a dog trapped in a man’s body.” “I know,” I say morosely. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Ahahahahahaah

“A new beginning sounds perfect. So long as I’m allowed to love you right out of the gate.” My voice is rough-edged with emotion. I don’t even care if Wren hears it—this is the happiest I’ve been in my whole fucking life.

Im actually crying 😩

“Okay, fine. I came here to be with you. Sue me. I’m in love with you.”

How can I deny him, when he looks at me this way—as if I’m the moon and every single one of the stars that light his universe? Christ.